To Hold a Book

Tara M. Clapper
There is such comfort, reading an old book,

Held in the embrace of my husband's arms;

And now my book's electric type does look

A distant touch: untrusted lover harms.

This book is fashioned to protect the trees;

No tactile means by which to know The Bard.

Access defines our eagerness to read;

And of our mortal words-who is the ward?

But now weary I rest upon my bed,

More pages as I lack page-turn pleasure;

No warm comfort of well-worn page ahead,

The smooth metal now predicted measure.

A holy book gently clasped by clean hands

Will best the metal of modern demands.

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Tara M. Clapper is a freelance writer living in the Philadelphia area. The author steadily produces material for content sites and private clients while pursuing a Masters in Publishing part time. Tara s...  View profile

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  • Linda Louise Johnson4/21/2011

    Very Shakespearean!

  • Mebi Refah4/21/2011

    A nice job!

  • Cherri Megasko4/20/2011

    Karen, I was going to say, "Ooooh!" So instead I'll say, "Great job!" I love it!

  • Juniper Russo4/20/2011

    Lovely! Great work on this!

  • Karen W. Wyman4/20/2011

    Ooooh, I like it! Well Done, indeed.

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